Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.